Ahem, this is my first Lemon story. I got inspired by LadyFoxy. This isn't really my usual style of writing. I also had to convert it from first POV to third. Anyway, it seems that the hidden fangirl in me came out while writing this particular story so Sasuke may be a tad OOC. Please, constructive criticism is more than welcome but at least have some decent spelling if criticising.

Warning: This fanfic contains the following: unhealthy relationships, sexual scenes

Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Original Characters and plot belong to me (whizcuz).

Clipped Wings

She was returning from her encounter with Itachi and Kisame, walking home through the forest and thinking about what Itachi had told her. His words repeated in her mind like a broken record player: "I don't usually keep any friends but I am making an exception with you."

She was four years younger than he was but she assumed he had grown rather fond of her enough to think of her as a sister. She didn't want to break that bond so she decided to just be on his good side. She knew it was wrong to be communicating with a missing-nin but Itachi was the closest to a friend she had. She was shy and so found it difficult to establish ties with others.

Shifting her thoughts onto something else, she found herself ecstatic because she was finally not going to be an only child. Her mother was pregnant with a girl, but it was a shame her father wasn't going to be around to witness it in person. He had recently died on a mission. They took his death very hard. Hopefully, this child would bring light into their home.

She hurried home and found her mother straining, gripping onto her stomach.

"Sora, I–I think the b-baby is coming. Urgh, get s-some towels and spread them around."

"Mum, my medical ninjutsu isn't good enough. I'll get some medical help. I will be right back," Sora told her.

She did as she promised, bringing a doctor with his assistant to help with the delivery. As soon as Sora saw blood, she looked away for it disgusted her. She couldn't justify it because blood was something a Ninja should be used to. But she believed she wasn't a true Ninja.

"Sora, your mother hasn't fully dilated, and I see the baby crowning, but just barely."

Sora took a glance and quickly looked away, vomiting. Then she fainted.

She woke up and looked around her, disoriented and trying to figure out where she was. She realised she was at the hospital. She gasped.

"Where's the baby?" she screamed out, attempting to get off the bed.

A nurse came in. "Everything will be fine."

"Where's my sister?"

"She's taken care of. Would you care to see her?"

Sora nodded, curiosity churning in her stomach. She stood up and began to follow the nurse.

"Where's Mother?" she asked along the way.

The nurse stopped and turned to face Sora. "I'm sorry but your mother died while giving birth. There was trouble with the delivery, too much blood. Our medic-nin weren't able to successfully stop the flow."

Sora widened her eyes and began to run out of the hospital. She couldn't believe her ears; she wanted to deny what she just heard.

"Sora, you're in no condition to leave. Come back!" the nurse called to her.

Sora ran as fast and far away as her legs let her. She leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She looked up at the sky, the wind whipping at her hair. What now? She was going to have to care for her baby sister. Be like her mother. A tear slipped down. She really needed her dad's advice in that moment. Why did they have to send him? Why did he take that mission? Sora slid down the tree trunk and sat down, burying her face in her knees.

Yet she wouldn't disappoint him. Sora couldn't avoid the truth any longer. She had to check her sister's condition and assume parental and sibling responsibility. She rushed back to the hospital.

"Miss, you came back."

"May I see my sister?"

"Come this way, please," the nurse said.

Sora saw her, mesmerised by her sister's innocent beauty. "May I take a closer look?"

"Yes. You'll also be able to take her home once she's stabilised."

Sora went in and stood next to the cradle. Her sister's eyes were softly shut and her mouth was slightly opened, breathing. Her hair was so soft and black. Sora noticed her eyes were also black when she opened them a little and closed them back. Sora pondered on whether she should become her sister's "surrogate" mother or just be her sister and tell her of their parents when she became old enough.

"Excuse me. Your mother didn't name the girl. She had said, 'Ask Sora.'"

Sora gasped when the nurse told her that. She couldn't believe her mother wanted her to name her sister. Sora thought a while on what her name should be.

"Renn," Sora told her.

Mother, I will try to make you proud.

She spent the week at the hospital watching her sister's movements, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. She was then able to take her home. The nurse also showed her how to mix powders that made the milk she should provide her sister which contained the same nutrients and benefits as breast milk.

It was night and so Sora placed Renn in the crib, her sleeping and breathing softly. She pulled the blanket and wrapped her with it. Sora's head turned at the sound of a knock at the front door. Who could it have been at that hour?

"Just a minute," she said loud enough, though mostly for herself.

Her feet dragged all the way to the door. She was so exhausted; she had no idea how much energy was spent raising a child. As soon as she opened the door, Itachi came in and quickly closed the door. She looked at his face.

"I came to say farewell," he said.

"Where are you going?" Sora asked.

"You won't understand."

"When will you be back?"

"I'll be back in about two years," he said.

Sora couldn't say that she didn't felt a bit of pain when he said those words but her emotions were stopped short when Renn began to cry. Itachi darted his view to the direction of the wail. He walked towards it, stopping at Renn's crib.

"Is this your sister?"

Sora nodded and walked towards her crib, picking her up. She began to cradle her and hush her.

"She's a cute one. What's her name?" he asked.

"Renn."

The way he was close to her was making Sora nervous, her heart exploding in her chest, and it all made her redirect her view to the floor. She knew Itachi would never go for such a young girl like her — after all, she was just fourteen and he eighteen — but she still had a crush on him, especially since she spent so much time with him.

He smiled and said, "Let me tuck her in." Sora looked at Renn. "She's sound asleep."

Sora carefully handed her to him, placing his hand under Renn's head — a maternal instinct to care for a child. He looked at Sora and smiled.

"I know how to hold a child, Sora. Don't worry."

She blushed at her presumptions. "Oh, sorry."

He placed Renn gently on the crib, running his hand through her hair. He turned around and faced Sora.

"If you ever encounter my brother, Uchiha Sasuke, promise me that you'll never talk to him. Just turn the other way."

She obediently nodded.

"Take care of your sister," he said, patting Sora's head and later leaving.

Sora let the shower head run, relaxing under the water crashing onto her skin. She closed her eyes. She began to think of Itachi and how much he meant to her, how much she missed him. Her feelings still hadn't dissipated after two years.

"Hmm," a voice said, startling her, making her widen her eyes, jump from the scare, and cover herself with a towel.

"Itachi! You're back," she croaked out.

"You've grown. I wanted to see you."

Her cheeks reddened at the predicament she was in. He took off his cloak and shirt, leaving only his pants on. Her eyes couldn't help but timidly glance at his chest as he got in the bathtub with her. She pushed herself back to give him room. He came closer to her face, putting his arms on the sides of the bathtub. She was nervous at how close he was to her.

He placed a kiss on her lips. It felt so unreal she had to run the tip of her fingers over them to feel the kiss again. He noticed this and took the chance to do it again. He pressed her onto him and gave her a long, hard kiss. She sweetly ran her hands up and down his sides. When the kiss stopped, he gazed into her eyes and removed a strand of hair from her face. He pulled her up and led her to the bed, leaving a trail of water along the way. Sora became anxious since her little sister was home and she didn't want to make any noise, figuring out what the situation was leading to.

"It's okay," he said, removing the last of his clothing. "She's asleep."

He kissed Sora all over, indulged her in his touch. He physically satisfied her needs but there was something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Wasn't that what she wanted, to share at least one night with him in the comforts of their own skin?

After they were done, she smiled — a strange smile that expressed conflicting emotions like sadness and thoughtful contentment. Sure, she made him happy — he stated it clearly during their moment — but she couldn't stay with Itachi.

Noticing her change, he caressed her face, stood up, and put on his clothing. He said, "I'm going to go. Take care."

That act made her realise that Itachi had feelings for her, which also led her to believe that it was the reason why he didn't want her talking to Sasuke. Did that mean that Itachi thought there was competition? Sora rejected that thought; she would never date his brother. He had too much power to his head. Supercilious. And if he ever had children, she was certain he wouldn't be a good father.

Two days later

"I'm coming," Sora said to a crying Renn.

Renn had fallen down from running too fast and sprained her fragile ankle. Sora carried her inside and laid her on her bed where she gathered enough chakra and healed Renn.

"All better," Sora smiled.

"Can we have a picnic outside?" Renn asked.

"Of course. Let's enjoy how pretty nature is."

Sora placed a blanket outside on the grass and Renn followed her, carrying the basket with all the food Sora prepared. Before eating, Renn wanted to spot birds and identify them. It was their little hobby. Sora lied next to her, resting on her side, putting her hand under her face as she waited to hear her sister's voice. Renn turned to Sora and her hand eagerly reached to Sora's direction.

"What do you see over there?" Sora asked her.

"Hmm," she pondered hard.

Sora finally glanced back, curious as to what sort of bird could be giving Renn such difficulty. Sora saw a faint shadow move. She did some hand signs, singing a tune.

"Come out," Sora said.

And out fell a boy with black hair and a purple ribbon tied around his waist. Sora controlled him with her voice until he reached her spot.

"Don't I know you?" Sora asked him, trying so hard to pinpoint whom he looked like.

"Uchiha Sasuke," he said.

Suddenly, it all became clear in her mind and she felt stupid for not realising it before. He was an Uchiha, which is why he bore great resemblance to Itachi.

"Wait, you're the one that everyone's been looking for these past two years!"

"They've been wasting their time. Have you seen my brother?"

"Itachi? No, I haven't."

"Liar." He chuckled.

"Assumptions now?" Sora stated, starting to get annoyed with Sasuke's cogent and arrogant answers.

"No, fact."

"Then why the redundancy?"

"To prove a point."

"Point taken. Whatever," Sora mumbled. "Are you alone?" she asked, looking at her surroundings.

"No. They're around."

Sora released him from her jutsu, finding no point to keep him detained, especially if he had company. "What do you want? Leave us alone."

"Good Shinobi always hunt their prey."

"Don't you think you've got the wrong prey here?"

"Did I say you were the prey? You're more like the bait."

"Look, I haven't seen your brother in two years."

He looked at Renn, saw the curiosity in her eyes. He moved with incredible speed, grabbing Sora's upper arms to make her stand. The speed of his movements made her light-headed. He nuzzled his nose in her neck, which inevitably tickled her. She was uncomfortable at their close proximity.

"His scent is all over you," Sasuke said.

And then he kissed her. It was a bizarre kiss. It was mere lust, no chemistry involved. Sora strayed off.

"If Itachi finds out, he's going to—"

"Oh, I thought you hadn't seen him in two years."

"I haven't."

"Then how's he going to know? I'm not going to tell him," he whispered in her ear, "Are you?"

Sora didn't know what was happening or why her heart was reacting the way it was. She barely knew this stranger, and yet he could get a response from her. It angered her.

"Be with me and get a taste of a real Uchiha, unlike that scum you chose as your lover."

He pressed his lips onto hers again. She felt the hotness, just begging, wanting to be returned. But she refused to kiss him back; she wouldn't take part in his quest. She just stood there, protesting by letting him kiss her. He was getting too dominant, his tongue roaming her mouth wildly. She tried to push him away but he kept her in the same place. He knew how to kiss because he was making Sora want more. So she fought back, fearful of her own carnal desires, trying to gain dominance in this little act. She let him win.

After their make-out session, he sweetly kissed her and looked into her eyes with an evil glint portrayed in them. He worked his way onto her shoulders and neck, giving her a long lick on the side of it, sucking it slightly. She could feel his saliva on her neck but he licked it after. She just stood there immobilised. Why was she unable — or rather unwilling — to do anything against him? Did she really want him doing that?

He let out a chuckle. "You're very submissive. I like that. It's easy to take advantage of you."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are. If I chose to have sex with you, you'd let me."

"Don't say that in front of my sister!" she screamed to him, shocked at how careless his words were around her sibling. "And how are you so sure?"

"Want to find out?" He grabbed her wrists and threw her on the blanket, kissing her chest. She was becoming aroused yet she felt disgusted.

"No, no! I get it, okay? Stop," she begged him, not wanting her sister to witness the intimacy he was attempting to achieve. She began to whimper.

He was still on top of her, his right leg in between her legs. Sora tried to minimise herself by going into the collar of her dress. He slid his hand on the side of her thigh. She grabbed his hand to stop it but he interlaced his hand with hers and rested it to the side of her head. He began to run his fingers in the palm of her hand, caressing it while looking at it.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?"

"Renn, ignore what you're seeing, sweetie."

Sasuke shut his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, they had turned red. This frightened her yet made her wonder what sort of power he had, seeing as she'd never personally experienced the Sharingan.

"I don't belong to you," she said as she immediately pushed him from her. She stood up and grabbed Renn's hand. "So stop treating me like your girlfriend."

"Why do you keep defending him?"

"You don't need to know."

He sighed and furrowed his eyebrows. "Well then, I guess I'll take the hard way. You'll serve my purpose. It'd be even better if Itachi actually develops feelings in this so I'd be able to crush them."

"Please don't talk to me again," Sora said to him, slowly backing up from him. "I have nothing to do with you so please..."

"No! You are wrong. Anybody or anything affiliated to Itachi has something to do with me. Why are you even friends with him? He doesn't even like you. He is incapable of love. He killed our clan."

"I made a promise," she said, her eyes brimming with tears as her faithfulness was questioned. "And I plan on keeping it. Something you don't know because all you care about is power. And by the way, you didn't deserve a family."

He narrowed his eyes and his smile was beginning to fade.

"You think you're clever. When he ends up betraying you, don't come crying." He smiled yet again.

"I wouldn't even if you were the last person."

"See you around," he said, taking one last glance at Renn and Sora. He then disappeared.

Sora checked Renn to make sure she was all right and then they began to eat their food, Sora still shaken up about what had happened. She didn't enjoy the food as fully as she wanted. Renn had forgotten about the incident hours later, which relieved Sora's worries. They played Hide and Seek. Sora loved her smile and giggles. Her eyes would widen when Sora caught her by surprise. Sora later took a long shower, trying to erase all traces of Sasuke. She took a glance in the mirror and saw the way he'd marked her.

After Kisame informed Sora of Itachi's death, she felt devastated. She had no real friends. The only company she had was her sister. So she did her best to enjoy it and instruct Renn of their clan's ways. Sora wasn't going to waste her time crying over useless things. She had to be strong for her little sister and to be tougher. She wasn't going to let something like Sasuke had done to occur again. Sora taught Renn to perfect their Kekkei Genkai and to only use it when necessary. Renn wasn't good; she was just three years old. But Sora knew that with time, Renn would be better than Sora was. As time passed, Sora finally accepted Itachi's death and plotted to avenge him.